Hakker, Dispatch 017: April 2004

I wonder if EYE has a sense of humor. Can he/she take a joke, laugh, see the funny side of things? The little I know about him/her probably means "no."

Good. A person who can't laugh is usually not as clever as he/she thinks.

Hakker, Dispatch 016: March 2004

A few days ago, I was eavesdropping on an unencrypted wireless connection in the town of B. (I'm not going to tell you why, but let's say I was checking up on a clue...) Then, by complete coincidence, I picked up the following fragment of realtime IRC on my miniscreen:

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Hakker, Dispatch 015: March 2004

I've been recovering from a cold, so this one will be brief. (Once, years ago when I had a cold, my nose dripped on a computer I was taking apart... and the nose-drip short-circuited the damn thing.)

Hakker, Dispatch 014: February 2004

Funny, how things you didn't understand while living an "ordinary" life, suddenly become crystal-clear when you find yourself on the outside of society.

Like sex, for instance.

Hakker, Dispatch 013: January 2004

It's expensive to be homeless. Overnight shelters, safehouses, last-minute housing solutions, bribes and throwaway camping equipment... it all adds up. And since I don't have a bank account (EYE's got Universal Access, remember?), my money doesn't collect interest. Use it or lose it.

Hakker, Dispatch 012: January 2004

Snow outside. Cold, but pretty mild for the time of year. Not much sunlight.

I'm lying low this time of year, preparing for stuff to do when the weather improves. Half the day is spent exercising, working out, maintaining and testing gear and weapons.

Hakker, Dispatch 011: December 2003

Hakker, Dispatch 010: December 2003

How do you find a single female American scientist in the small Scandinavian city of M?

You use logic.

First I checked the banks ("Has my American relative been here recently?"). Then the restaurants. I bought a hot pizza. Then I checked the hotels. ("Pizza delivery to A. Lovelace!") Then the churches...

Hakker, Dispatch 009: November 2003

More and more pieces of the puzzle are coming together. A picture takes shape... a map of my enemy:

Hakker, Dispatch 008: November 2003

F***!

I had a stolen car, stolen notebooks with phone numbers and e-mail addresses of Russian gangsters, some stolen cash... and three stolen plastic bags of heroin. Some days earlier I had come to the small town of V (a.k.a. "Shit-Pile"), in the hope of finding the local Toys 4 Eyes maintenance staff.